As an Agnostic religious mutt, I've taken quite a bit from Buddhism over the years, but always been a big fan of the current Dalai Lama. He has always had a childlike curiosity about him that many adults seem to have forgotten. We (and I'm very guilty of this) tend to overcomplicate things when it is often unnecessary. Whether you buy into this or not, a pretty good read...

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The Dalai Lama’s Ski Trip

What I learned in the slush with His Holiness.

In the mid ’80s, I was living in Santa Fe, N.M., making a shabby living writing magazine articles, when a peculiar assignment came my way. I had become friendly with a group of Tibetan exiles who lived in a compound on Canyon Road, where they ran a business selling Tibetan rugs, jewelry, and religious items. The Tibetans had settled in Santa Fe because its mountains, adobe buildings, and high-altitude environment reminded them of home.

The founder of the Tibetan community was a man named Paljor Thondup. Thondup had escaped the Chinese invasion of Tibet as a kid, crossing the Himalayas with his family in an epic, multiyear journey by yak and horseback. Thondup made it to Nepal and from there to India, where he enrolled in a school in the southeastern city of Pondicherry with other Tibetan refugees. One day, the Dalai Lama visited his class. Many years later, in Dharamsala, India, Thondup talked his way into a private audience with the Dalai Lama, who told Thondup that he had never forgotten the bright teenager in the back of the Pondicherry classroom, waving his hand and answering every question, while the other students sat dumbstruck with awe. They established a connection. And Thondup eventually made his way to Santa Fe.

The Dalai Lama received the Nobel Peace Prize in 1989. Thondup, who had heard that he was planning a tour of the United States, invited him to visit Santa Fe. The Dalai Lama accepted and said he would be happy to come for a week. At the time, he wasn’t the international celebrity he is today. He traveled with only a half-dozen monks, most of whom spoke no English. He had no handlers, advance men, interpreters, press people, or travel coordinators. Nor did he have any money. As the date of the visit approached, Thondup went into a panic. He had no money to pay for the visit and no idea how to organize it. He called the only person he knew in government, a young man named James Rutherford, who ran the governor’s art gallery in the state capitol building. Rutherford was not exactly a power broker in the state of New Mexico, but he had a rare gift for organization. He undertook to arrange the Dalai Lama’s visit.

Rutherford began making phone calls. He borrowed a stretch limousine from a wealthy art dealer, and he asked his brother, Rusty, to drive it. He persuaded the proprietors of Rancho Encantado, a luxury resort outside Santa Fe, to provide the Dalai Lama and his monks with free food and lodging. He called the state police and arranged for a security detail.

Among the many phone calls Rutherford made, one was to me. He asked me to act as the Dalai Lama’s press secretary. I explained to Rutherford that he had the wrong person, that I had no experience in that line, and that it would surely be a disaster. Rutherford said that he didn’t have time to argue. The Dalai Lama, he explained, was a person who would stop and talk to anyone who asked him a question. He treated all people the same, from the president of the United States to a bum on the street, giving every person his full time and attention. Someone had to manage the press and keep the Dalai Lama from being buttonholed. And that person was going to be me.

I desperately needed the money, and so I agreed. As Rutherford was about to ring off, I asked how much I’d be paid. He was incredulous and told me he was saddened by my avarice. How could I even think about being paid for the privilege of spending a week with His Holiness? On the contrary, the volunteers were expected to give, not get. He had the pledge sheet right in front of him; how much could he put me down for?

I pledged $50.

The Dalai Lama arrived in Santa Fe on April 1, 1991. I was by his side every day from 6 a.m. until late in the evening. Traveling with him was an adventure. He was cheerful and full of enthusiasm—making quips, laughing, asking questions, rubbing his shaved head, and joking about his bad English. He did in fact stop and talk to anyone, no matter how many people were trying to rush him to his next appointment. When he spoke to you, it was as if he shut out the rest of the world to focus his entire sympathy, attention, care, and interest on you.

He rose every morning at 3:30 a.m. and meditated for several hours. While he normally went to bed early, in Santa Fe he had to attend dinners most evenings until late. As a result, every day after lunch we took him back to Rancho Encantado for a nap.

The press converged from several states to cover the story, which was far bigger than we anticipated. There were scores of reporters and television crews. I had no idea what I was doing. During the course of the week, many people were angry with me and one fellow called me a “fudge idiot.” But I muddled through. The Dalai Lama met politicians, movie stars, New Age gurus, billionaires, and Pueblo Indian leaders. On the penultimate day of his visit, the Dalai Lama had lunch with Jeff Bingaman and Pete Domenici, the senators from New Mexico, and Bruce King, the state’s governor. During the luncheon, someone mentioned that Santa Fe had a ski area. The Dalai Lama seized on this news and began asking questions about skiing—how it was done, if it was difficult, who did it, how fast they went, how did they keep from falling down.

After lunch, the press corps dispersed. Nothing usually happened when the Dalai Lama and his monks retired to Rancho Encantado for their afternoon nap. But this time something did happen. Halfway to the hotel, the Dalai Lama’s limo pulled to the side of the road. I was following behind the limo in Thondup’s car, and so we pulled over, too. The Dalai Lama got out of the back of the limo and into the front seat. We could see him speaking animatedly with Rusty, the driver. A moment later Rusty got out of the limo and came over to us with a worried expression on his face. He leaned in the window.

“The Dalai Lama says he isn’t tired and wants to go into the mountains to see skiing. What should I do?”

“If the Dalai Lama wants to go to the ski basin,” Rutherford said, “We go to the ski basin.”

The limo made a U-turn, and we all drove back through town and headed into the mountains. Forty minutes later we found ourselves at the ski basin. It was the tail end of the ski season but the mountain was still open. We pulled up below the main lodge. The monks piled out of the limo.

“Wait here while I get somebody,” Rutherford said.

He disappeared in the direction of the lodge and returned five minutes later with Benny Abruzzo, whose family owned the ski area. Abruzzo was astonished to find the Dalai Lama and his monks milling about in the snow, dressed only in their robes.

It was a splendid April day, perfect for spring skiing—the temperature in the upper 50s, the slopes crowded, the snow of the kind skiers call “mashed potatoes.” The Dalai Lama and his monks looked around with keen interest at the activity, the humming lifts, the skiers coming and going, and the slopes rising into blue sky.

“Can we go up mountain?” the Dalai Lama asked Rutherford.

Rutherford turned to Abruzzo. “The Dalai Lama wants to go up the mountain.”

“You mean, ride the lift? Dressed like that?”

“Well, can he do it?”

“I suppose so. Just him, or …?” Abruzzo nodded at the other monks.

“Everyone,” Rutherford said. “Let’s all go to the top.”

Abruzzo spoke to the operator of the quad chair. Then he shooed back the line of skiers to make way for us, and opened the ropes. A hundred skiers stared in disbelief as the four monks, in a tight group, gripping each other’s arms and taking tiny steps, came forward. Underneath their maroon and saffron robes the Dalai Lama and his monks all wore the same footwear: Oxford wingtip shoes. Wingtips are terrible in the snow. The monks were slipping and sliding and I was sure that one would fall and bring down the rest.

We made it to the lift without spilling, and the operator stopped the machine, one row of chairs at a time, to allow everyone to sit down in groups of four. I ended up sitting next to the Dalai Lama, with Thondup to my left.

The Dalai Lama turned to me. “When I come to your town,” he said, “I see big mountains all around. Beautiful mountains. And so all week I want to go to mountains.” The Dalai Lama had a vigorous way of speaking, in which he emphasized certain words. “And I hear much about this sport, skiing. I never see skiing before.”

“You’ll see skiing right below us as we ride up,” I said.

“Good! Good!”

We started up the mountain. The chairlift was old and there were no safety bars that could be lowered for protection, but this didn’t seem to bother the Dalai Lama, who spoke animatedly about everything he saw on the slopes. As he pointed and leaned forward into space, Thondup, who was gripping the arm of the chair with whitened knuckles, kept admonishing him in Tibetan. Later he told me that he was begging His Holiness to please sit back, hold the seat, and not lean out so much.

We were looking down on the bunny slope and the skiers weren’t moving fast at all. Just then, an expert skier entered from a higher slope, whipping along. The Dalai Lama saw him and said, “Look—too fast! He going to hit post!” He cupped his hands, shouting down to the oblivious skier, “Look out for post!” He waved frantically. “Look out for post!”

The skier, who had no idea that the 14th incarnation of the Bodhisattva of Compassion was crying out to save his life, made a crisp little check as he approached the pylon, altering his line of descent, and continued expertly down the hill.

With an expostulation of wonder, the Dalai Lama sat back and clasped his hands together. “You see? Ah! Ah! This skiing is wonderful sport!”

We approached the top of the mountain. Abruzzo had organized the operation so that each quad chair stopped to unload its occupants. The monks and the Dalai Lama managed to get off the chairlift and make their way across the mushy snow in a group, shuffling cautiously.

“Look at view!” the Dalai Lama cried, heading toward the back boundary fence of the ski area, behind the lift, where the mountains dropped off. He halted at the fence and stared southward. The Santa Fe ski basin, situated on the southernmost peak in the Sangre de Cristo mountain range, is one of the highest ski areas in North America. The snow and fir trees and blue ridges fell away to a vast, vermilion desert 5,000 feet below, which stretched to a distant horizon.

As we stood, the Dalai Lama spoke enthusiastically about the view, the mountains, the snow and the desert. After a while he lapsed into silence and then, in a voice tinged with sadness, he said, “This look like Tibet.”

The monks admired the view a while longer, and then the Dalai Lama pointed to the opposite side of the area, which commanded a view of 12,000-foot peaks. “Come, another view over here!” And they set off, in a compact group, moving swiftly across the snow.

“Wait!” someone shouted. “Don’t walk in front of the lift!”

But it was too late. I could see the operator, caught off guard, scrambling to stop the lift, but he didn’t get to the button in time. Just then four teenage girls came off the quad chair and were skiing down the ramp straight at the group. A chorus of shrieks went up, of the piercing kind that only teenage girls can produce, and they plowed into the Dalai Lama and his monks, knocking them down like so many red and yellow bowling pins. Girls and monks all collapsed into a tangle of arms, legs, skis, poles, and wingtip shoes.

We rushed over, terrified that the Dalai Lama was injured. Our worst fears seemed realized when we saw him sprawled on the snow, his face distorted, his mouth open, producing an alarming sound. Was his back broken? Should we try to move him? And then we realized that he was not injured after all, but was helpless with laughter.

“At ski area, you keep eye open always!” he said.

We untangled the monks and the girls and steered the Dalai Lama away from the ramp, to gaze safely over the snowy mountains of New Mexico.

He turned to me. “You know, in Tibet we have big mountains.” He paused. “I think, if Tibet be free, we have good skiing!”

We rode the lift down and repaired to the lodge for cookies and hot chocolate. The Dalai Lama was exhilarated from his visit to the top of the mountain. He questioned Abruzzo minutely about the sport of skiing and was astonished to hear that even one-legged people could do it.

The Dalai Lama turned to Thondup. “Your children, they ski too?”

Thondup assured him that they did.

“Even Tibetan children ski!” he said, clapping his hands together and laughing delightedly. “Yes, this wonderful sport!”

As we finished, a young waitress with tangled, dirty-blond hair and a beaded headband began clearing our table. She stopped to listen to the conversation and finally sat down, abandoning her work. After a while, when there was a pause, she spoke to the Dalai Lama. “You didn’t like your cookie?”

“Not hungry, thank you.”

“Can I, um, ask a question?”

“Please.”

She spoke with complete seriousness. “What is the meaning of life?”

In my entire week with the Dalai Lama, every conceivable question had been asked—except this one. People had been afraid to ask the one—the really big—question. There was a brief, stunned silence at the table.

The Dalai Lama answered immediately. “The meaning of life is happiness.” He raised his finger, leaning forward, focusing on her as if she were the only person in the world. “Hard question is not, ‘What is meaning of life?’ That is easy question to answer! No, hard question is what make happiness. Money? Big house? Accomplishment? Friends? Or …” He paused. “Compassion and good heart? This is question all human beings must try to answer: What make true happiness?” He gave this last question a peculiar emphasis and then fell silent, gazing at her with a smile.

“Thank you,” she said, “thank you.” She got up and finished stacking the dirty dishes and cups, and took them away.

For someone on a similar spiritual journey as you Pablo, this was a fantastic read. I've always subbed in the word satisfaction for happiness, but to me they are interchangable in that sentence. When someone asked what I meant, i always said " at the end of the road, if you looked back and saw everything that had transpired in a moment, would it make you smile."

February 26th, 2014, 8:58 pm

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Re: The Meaning of Life as answered by the Dalai Lama

Thanks for sharing; excellent read.

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February 27th, 2014, 8:35 am

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when i was a kid i caddied for the Dalai Lama. when we were done he was going to stiff me on a tip. So I asked him him....ya know...how about a lil something for the effort?

He said to me "a gunnga lunga..a gunga, gunga lunga." And he said what this means is, on my deathbead, I will have total consiousness....so I have that going for me! ~Carl (Caddieshack)

Sorry thats the first thing that pops into my head whenever I hear about the Dalai Lama lol

Back on topic, GREAT READ Pablo. thanks!

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February 27th, 2014, 3:34 pm

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Caddyshack quotes always welcome, they do bring me much "happiness" after all!!!

ok so to go further into Aor short bald friends' sage wisdom.....what is happiness to you guys? Money? Fame? fortune? A Lions SB? I think that the answer will pretty much define you as a person (for better or worse )

as for me, I like the Dennis Leary school of happiness. In his old standup he said that the secret to happiness is in the little things. it's the 5 second orgams, it's the last hit off a cigarette, its the last bite of cookie. I tend to think the same way. a random smile for no reason from my daughter, a walk through the woods, the smell of a charcoal grill....these are things that make me happier no matter what state of mind im in. Dont get me wrong a million bucks in the ole bank acct wouldn't make me sad, but for me, thats not the path to happiness.

how bout you guys?

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February 27th, 2014, 4:08 pm

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I think this changes over time, it certainly has for me. Currently, nothing makes me happier then spending time with my two sons. To view the world from their eyes is magical and at 5 & 6 I'm not the biggest idiot in the world to them --- yet.

I read this article just after returning from a ski trip to Santa Fe. The Dali Lama ana I may have shared a ski lift, separated only by a few decades.

I recently read a statement from the DL where he said rich people need to share more of their money. It got me to thinking. The DL goes where he wants, does what he wants, eats and drinks what he wants. What I wouldn't give for that kind of power. It seems the DL is the richest man on earth.

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I would disagree, but to be honest it would simply be a matter of preference. IMO, him not having the luxury of family and kids makes me feel richer than he is. But then, the path to happiness is different for everyone. For me though, I simply cannot even compare how happy I am now, with my little girl in my life, than I was before....and I USED to think I was pretty happy back then.

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March 13th, 2014, 1:58 pm

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Happiness is the true example of relativity, because it is based upon one's personal perspective and choices.

For me, I'm most happy when I am loving and serving my friends, and family, but moreso even strangers too! I love to do the things that others can't or more importantly won't do. If I'm running garbage at a festival, or security, or what have you, I don't mind at all. Because to me, I'm getting to serve, and that's how I'm hard wired.

The results and benefits don't always come right away, if at all, but I can only hope that my funeral percession will rival that of my Grandfather's. His stretched for over 2 miles with individual cars, because of all the lives he'd touched and affected in his time here. That's the man that I want to be like.

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March 14th, 2014, 10:50 am

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It seems nobody picked up on the implied hypocrisy of telling rich people and rich countries they have to share their wealth with others, while at the same time you have all the money and power to take care of yourself that you will ever need.

I do not dislike the Dali Lama. In fact, I like him quite a bit. It just seems a bit Glass House-ish to cast stones at rich people when you live like a rock star.

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March 14th, 2014, 2:27 pm

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It seems nobody picked up on the implied hypocrisy of telling rich people and rich countries they have to share their wealth with others, while at the same time you have all the money and power to take care of yourself that you will ever need.

I do not dislike the Dali Lama. In fact, I like him quite a bit. It just seems a bit Glass House-ish to cast stones at rich people when you live like a rock star.

Monks are not allowed to make money, so when you say he has "all the money" I'm guessing you must mean something other than a bank account. As per the story, and is true today, he lives/travels off of donations. And if by power you mean influence, then of course he does have a significant amount of power.

We did pick up on your hypocrisy, but since it was irrelevant to the basis of the story it was simply ignored. For example, you said he "eats what he wants", which is an interesting comment since he would prefer not to eat meat - yet he eats what is offered to him - so at times he will still eat meat.

Perhaps you think either money or power brings him happiness? Of course, you would be missing his message completely.

It seems nobody picked up on the implied hypocrisy of telling rich people and rich countries they have to share their wealth with others, while at the same time you have all the money and power to take care of yourself that you will ever need.

I do not dislike the Dali Lama. In fact, I like him quite a bit. It just seems a bit Glass House-ish to cast stones at rich people when you live like a rock star.

Monks are not allowed to make money, so when you say he has "all the money" I'm guessing you must mean something other than a bank account. As per the story, and is true today, he lives/travels off of donations. And if by power you mean influence, then of course he does have a significant amount of power.

We did pick up on your hypocrisy, but since it was irrelevant to the basis of the story it was simply ignored. For example, you said he "eats what he wants", which is an interesting comment since he would prefer not to eat meat - yet he eats what is offered to him - so at times he will still eat meat.

Perhaps you think either money or power brings him happiness? Of course, you would be missing his message completely.

He eats meat because he has no choice? He eats only what people give him? He has no power to request food of any kind? Do you just make up facts because you don't know how search engines work? Next time Google first, then try to make up your answers.

By 'all the money and power' I mean all the goods and possessions he ever needs. People may just give stuff to him, but he has an unlimited amount of stuff handed to him. If people handed me an unlimited amount of anything I wanted, I too could tell everyone that they worry too much about working hard and saving money. "You have too much money. Give it away to people like me."

Thinking about it, both the Dali Lama and I are self serving. I believe in hard work and saving money, so I do and I encourage others to do the same. He waits for people to hand him stuff and encourages everyone to give their stuff away. Makes sense.

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March 19th, 2014, 8:57 am

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He waits for people to hand him stuff and encourages everyone to give their stuff away.

So by your definition, Jesus was also a hypocrite as have been most of the worlds greatest religious leaders.

Matthew 19:21 (among many examples of what Jesus preached)

"If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven."